Motorcyle Rider

pausing at back door
snugging helmet strap beneath smooth-shaven chin
fishing for keys in the pocket of my
loose black nylon riding jacket
i see her in the window for a strange and dizzy instant
before i parse her image as merely my reflection
eyes behind goggles
dark hair dangling below bright yellow helmet

i look again
and for a sweet and shocking instant our world lines cross
and blur - i see no detail contradicting her!

what sequences of fate could put her here as me,
breasts budding inside my baggy nylon jacket
as i adjust the goggles' strap just so behind my head?

and who is she riding to meet?

David Weinshenker (
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